I saw my first star pine when I went to San Diego as a teenager. Coming from the northeast, I was quite taken with the tree’s tall mast-like appearance. Now I see one every day in the next yard:
It’s very tall but you can see it’s scraggly and sparse. It looks to me like a homeless star pine, if there were such a thing. Or a star pine on drugs.
I’m not sure what the first star pine’s problem is. It’s older and star pines tend to become less symmetrical as they mature. But I can’t help feeling that it never got with the star pine program and followed its own design, thinking it could improve on the creator’s original plan.
There have been times in my life where I’ve looked more like the first star pine than the second. I haven’t wanted to accept who I am. I’ve tried to be like someone else, and have ended up pretty scrawny and uneven. I wasn’t growing the way I was intended to grow. It’s much better when I follow God’s design for my life.
Thankfully [very thankfully], I’m not stuck like the first star pine in a perpetual state of misshaped development. God has been able to change me. He has healed many of my bent and broken places. Now I look more like the second star pine than the first, like Jacob who became Israel and Saul who became Paul.
“I’m an olive tree, growing green in God’s house. I trusted in the generous mercy of God then and now. I thank You always that You went into action. And I’ll stay right here, Your good name my hope, in company with Your faithful friends.” Psalm 52:8-9 [The Message]